X.I am going straight away to my experience with a reader who is around 27 years old , has curvy hips , perky tits, and a beautiful ass.Feedbacks are ...elcomed at This happened after she read my story and just gave a feedback.We started sexting for few days, as our conversation continued in a good way, after getting complete confidence on each other we met in her place for having a beautiful sex. I am in the garden city and am in my mid-twenties.The heroin of the story is around 27 , she is a. I was laying on my back and his hand soon worked down to mu pussy stroking gently and, slut that I am, I opened my legs, allowing him full access. Then he slid closer and I could feel his cock against my side as his finger worked inside my. He leaned over my and whispered “hold my cock Emma, stroke it like you did before” and then he began kissing me. This was nothing like the kisses I’d been getting from boys, this was full on, tongue in mouth stuff and it felt strange but hot. As he was doing. ” On my way home the word “cabernet” kept repeating in my mind. The next morning when I awoke the first thought I had was, “Mr. Cabernet.” “Aha!” I thought, “Mr. Cabernet, international spy.” It was seven or eight, maybe nine weeks later when my phone rang one Friday night. I answered and a deep voice said, “Thad, it’s Steve. I know it’s late, but is there any way you can come to the hotel?” Without hesitation I said, “Yeah, I can go.” “Good, room two seventeen, got that? Two seventeen.. One evening after she,d been “in the club” about six months she seemed very excited about something and could hardly wait for her parents to go to bed before making us a late cup of coffee and coming to me dressed in her brief house coat with just slippers on her feet. “I,meter so excited” she began. To make her point she removed her garment to reveal she wore only soaked knickers underneath barely containing her swollen belly. She took her right titbin her palms and squeezed, a clear liquid.